Havin’ Thangs ’06

By Pimp C

On Pimpalation

Released on July 11, 2006

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[Intro: Pimp C]

Huh... had to bring it back for the muthafuckin' 2006

It's goin' down, bitch! (Fly hoes and chains and swangin' thangs)

Y'all remember that shit? (Remember that shit?) Talkin' 'bout?

(Just another young playa havin' thangs man...)

Check this shit out... uh!


[Verse 1: Pimp C]

It's really goin' down in the God damn South

Young girls poppin' pussy with them golds in their mouth

Young boys comin' up, layin' it down in the cut

Never fallin' in a rut 'cause life was made for us to strut (Strut!)

Never take for granted, take the bull by the horns (Horns!)

Sippin' on somethin' sweet, blowing green popcorn (Corn!)

I'm trill, I'm country 'til the end my nigga

The underdog, young hog, fuck the pen my nigga!

'Cause it's a waste of bodies (Bodies!), a waste of time (Time!)

A waste of spiritual energy, and a waste of mind (Mind!)

You ain't really tough 'cause you been down there fool

Everybody tryna get back to they families on the cool

I rather grip on grain (Grain!), get head in the lane (Lane!)

You can have them hoes' bodies, I'm possessing they brains (Possessing they brains!)

Comin up on 'em in a wide-body frame

Hoping you ain't forgot the name, I'm out here havin' thangs!


[Chorus: Pimp C]

Fly hoes and chains and swanging thangs

Just another young playa having thangs, man

Fly hoes and chains and swanging thangs

Just another young playa having thangs, man


[Verse 2: Big Mike]

(Yeah! Big Mike y'all! Yeah!) From CD sales to jail cells

From diamonds that shine to eatin' slop straight up off a chow line

From walkin' that fine line uhh, to twelve jurors decidin' mine

From bein' free, to bein confined

From bein' loved, to bein despised, many times I cried

For not allowin' that bullshit to slide

It was a pill that I couldn't swallow, load up the strap with the hollows

After takin' to the head a whole bottle

I did that, not thinkin' twice about the consequences

'Til I served damn near four years behind the fences (Straight G)

All my folk were like "Big Mike, you trippin'"

"Get it together", if I could I woulda done somethin' different

Uh! From G-walkin' to slippin', yeah, to flippin' them calendar pages

Day after day, sweatin' 'em out in them cages

Patiently waiting on the day when I can get back at it

Work that magic, collect that cabbage, I gotsta have it


[Chorus: Pimp C]

Fly hoes and chains and swanging thangs

Just another young playa having thangs, man

Fly hoes and chains and swanging thangs

Just another young playa having thangs, man